I sit in my chair studying the mirror-
starring at the figures outside the square.

Day by day the world changes outside your gates.
May, June, and July dancing while they pass by.

The birds singing to the morning bells-
ringing a spell in the ears of farewells.

The houses are filled with life-
telling stories of family glories.

The world is different through your eyes.
I feel hidden from creation-
not touched by fiction.

Is this an illusion
or is it just me being human?

To many times,
I have confessed my sins by your side.

Too often,
they are forgotten.

Do you even notice the hand print stains upon your face?
Or the blackened space were my tears have fallen?

For even a priest will send me with lie,
or release me with a goodbye.

Your two sided eyes
reflect your two sided mind.

You show me a reality
without the apple tree.

You blind me with jewels
and take me for a fool.

No longer will I sit and stare at the underworld.
For the flames may be there, but I rather taste it in the air.

Quietly, I stand in Spring's gentle bliss.
Experiencing the winds kiss.

When today's burden weighs you down-
To the bottom of Hell's ground.

Know that I will be waiting on the bay,
Wishing for Sunday.

What if,
Life is counted in the sky,
Or Humanity was meant for Goodbye's?

What if,
The sun and the moon did have a lullaby,
And we separated the eye's?

What if,
Night and Day was taught how to pray?
Would the earth be swayed by grace?

What if,
Our determination was devoted to His,
Salvation?